Chapter 138 Tattoo

He cannot offend these two missionaries. He has not made up his mind yet. He needs the two fools to conceal his identity for the time being. In the customs of the Australians, he repeated the rhetoric used to fool the Jesuits over and over again to the local officials.

However, the biggest problem with this set of rhetoric is that he did not expect that Australians would conduct mandatory physical examinations on all entrants. And they were stripped of the physical examination so thoroughly.

When Weiss took off his shirt and exposed hissing from his back, he heard the silence of the doctors and officials behind him. He was not sure whether they were surprised because they saw the tattoo or because they knew the meaning of the tattoo. If it were the latter, all his nonsense would become meaningless.

Weiss thought that they probably installed a camera in the place where the entry review was about to be installed, and they had taken the whole picture from all angles.

Damn, these Chinese people have definitely recognized what the tattoo on his back is.

魏斯?兰度从来没有想到过自己会从事雇佣兵这行当,至少在他小时候没有.当他在旧金山一个陈旧破败的意大利移民街区呱呱坠地以后没过几年,母亲就撒手人寰.父亲是个建筑工人,经常在小酒馆灌饱黄汤之后将魏斯痛揍一顿.不过这个来自卡拉布利亚的建筑工人没喝醉的时候,倒是很疼爱自己的儿子.魏斯还记得他的父亲在星期日里换上最好的衣服,坐到教堂前排的木头长椅上,微笑着看着自己在唱诗班担任领唱.

The choir's robe is very old and has accumulated a long smell of sweat for many years. It's the same as this Italian region.

Weiss didn't like where he was born. The ancient Italian district was dirty and shabby, with a stale and musty smell that was isolated from the world. The streets were dangerous and chaotic. People said that they would go to heaven when they came to America, but heaven was obviously no longer an Italian neighborhood. This was just another copy of Italian hell.

During the summer vacation in middle school, he would rather live with his classmate Leo, take the Leo family's fishing boat, cross the Golden Gate Bay, fish in the blazing California sunshine, or use Leo's father's old springfield to hit seagulls - he quickly developed a good shooting technique and became a seagull killer in the bay. The seagull's meat cannot be eaten, but watching the feathers fly away under the gun made him feel inexplicably happy.

One day, he and Leo were lying on the deck of the fishing boat and heard a roar across the sky, even overwhelming the roar of the waves. Two Tomcat fighters flew over their heads, and the sun outlined a golden outline of the sweeping wings.

"I'm going to be that kind of person," he told Leo, "flying the ocean in a fighter."

The dream of becoming a fighter pilot seemed to have been left behind soon. Although he was popular among high school girls with his outstanding physique and good looks, Weiss Lando was crazy about Mrs. Warren, a new music teacher in high school, a petite and charming married woman. She taught him music tutoring classes, encouraged him, comforted him, and loved him with her dream of one day on the stage of the Metropolitan Opera. At the same time, it was not taboo that this fanatic boy who was over teenager was showing some excessive intimacy with him. But things eventually came to an end. Weiss and Mrs. Warren were almost shot to death by the furious Mr. Warren after spending a whole weekend afternoon alone. He left school and never went back.

His dream of an opera actor was shattered - at this time he found that without Mrs. Warren's music, the Navy would never let a guy who had not obtained a high school diploma go to fighter jets - they suggested that he be a sailor.

Weis himself did not expect that he just walked into the army's recruitment station because he had nowhere to go. He finally traveled across the ocean to South Korea and became an infantryman in the Second Brigade of the Second Infantry Division. In the army, he might be able to become a sergeant, and if he could successfully pass the contract period, he might even get funding to go to college.

The incident happened one weekend before Christmas, and the Dongdouchuan base village around Casey's barracks was shrouded in festive craze. At night, all the bars and dance halls were filled with noisy soldiers and various customers. Army Corporal Weiss Lando sat in the corner of the bar and slowly sipped a glass of wine. At this time, a woman screamed at the counter at the bar, and then she laughed wildly. Weiss saw the Filipino waitress in the bar being pressed down on the counter by two white men and a short Korean. The waitress's skirt was torn off. She screamed and struggled while she was screaming, but her butt was twisting desperately only attracted a louder and more unrestrained laugh. Weiss knew the girl and was quite familiar with her.

A bald, bearded white man swearing and pressed the girl's waist, and his pants had fallen to the bend of his knee. His head suddenly slammed on it and the beer bottle bloomed, and he fell silently. The second white man felt his neck stuck and thumped his face down on the counter. He screamed because the fragments of the glass were pierced into his face. The Korean man was about to take out a revolver from under his clothes, but Weiss pinched his wrist and pushed it down. The gunshot vibrated the entire bar, and the bullet passed through the Korean's bend and smashed the right knee.

The bar owner called the police, and then the military police arrived. Weiss was sentenced to seven months in prison for injury. In prison, he saw an advertisement in a SoF magazine. He made up his mind and quickly chose to retire and go to Croatia after being released from prison. The dangerous path of life he chose made him feel at ease and take steps, and he still plans to do so now.

The summer in Linggao is hot, especially the doors and windows in the confidential conference room of the General Administration of Security are closed and airtight. In order to ensure that no one can eavesdrop on it, this ghost place does not even have windows.

Several buckets of ice were placed in the room, and an electric fan removed from the holy ship blew whirring, and everyone around the table was still sweating profusely.

The weekly internal security meeting jointly held by the State Administration of Political Security, the Arbitral Tribunal Investigation and Executive Bureau, the Army, Navy, the Foreign Intelligence Bureau, the National Police, Customs and Chika is being held.

The deputies were staring at a stack of photos in the hands of Yang He, the commander of the customs quarantine battalion. He was nagging about how he made a "major discovery". He felt extremely proud of his discovery, so he said some of the words several times.

"This must be the person we have been looking for, the guy who is missing on Boat A." When Yang He was drawing the conclusion, Zhao Kuanxiong, who was in charge of the meeting, took the photo. A slide projector was already arranged in the conference room, and photos taken from various angles were enlarged and projected. The screen was a Latino white man, who looked less than 40 years old, was over 1.8 meters tall, and was strong and well-proportioned. His dark brown hair was scattered until he was next to his neck.

In the front photo taken by the customs, he was handing his hands peacefully on the armrest of the chair. His face, which was sun-tanned, seemed normal and had no distinctive features. Only the soft, watery brown eyes that attracted women were wide open, staring at the travelers in front of the screen with a frank look. When the photo was placed in the fifth photo, it caused a small commotion in the venue. This was the back taken by Zhang in the quarantine camp, and the white man's broad back was tattooed with an extremely eye-catching pattern: an F-14 fighter was flying over a pirate flag with skeletons and leg bones crossed.

"It looks very sexy-" Dongmen Chuyu suddenly said this.

"What? Are you going to mess with him?"

"I'm just worried that he will cause a commotion among some female elders," said Dongmen Chuyu. "It is likely to be an instability factor. Just as Salina, Panpan and Miss Mendoza are also instability factors."

The office laughed. However, everyone admitted that although this Latino face had no characteristics, its rough face and strong figure were quite masculine. It was likely to be favored by modern women.

"He should be killed secretly, which is most conducive to stability and unity." Someone said.

"In addition, during the physical examination, he also found more than a dozen obvious scars on his shoulders, abdomen and limbs," Yang He said. "We took photos one by one. Some were found to be left with gunshot wounds, and some were old surgical scars. These surgeries were impossible to do in the 17th century."

"What is this person's origin? What identity did he enter the country?"

"He is the entourage of the priest sent by the Jesuits," He Ying flipped the notebook in his hand: "Three months ago, Lu Ruohua went to Macau and said that the Jesuits were about to send new missionaries to the Lingao Diocese. This time, four people came, one priest, two monks, and this person. The Chinese name is Wei Landuo."

"Do we have more information about this Wei Landuo?"

"No, they had asked the priests and monks separately. They also did not know this person. They rarely saw him before leaving Macau. They only knew that his entourage was personally assigned by the president of the Jesus Christine of Macau - these monks seemed to have a bad impression of him."

"Where is Wei Landuo now? Are you still in the quarantine camp?" The question was about the foreign intelligence agency.

"He and the missionaries are now in a separate room in the quarantine camp," said Yang He. "There have been additional sentries at the door of the room."

"What are you waiting for!" Dongmen Chuyu, who represented the General Staff, said sternly. "He is a spy, a sabotage member! A potentially dangerous member. He should be arrested immediately and imprisoned in prison for interrogation alone! I don't believe that I can't tell you how Chou Yin Mao comes."
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